NARRATOR: he narrates
AUNTY CHINI: Over the top, overbearing and overweight
SAJID CHINI: Son of aunty
SHUGUFTA: daughter-in-law & advisor to aunty, voice of reason
SHAMYLA: older daughter-in-law & advisor, sycophant
MARIA: candidate (medic)
(AMIRA): “ “ (dentist)
PINKY: “ “ (pakistani)
SAMINA: “ “ (bimbo)
NASEEM: “ “ (male)
(FATIMA): “ “
(ZAINAB): “ “
(SHAZIA): “ “
(FARAH): “ “
Music: The Apprentice theme tune
AUNTY: This is the rishta interview from hell. I’ve raised my son for the last 27 years – your prize is, working for meeee!
NARRATOR: From across the country, 10 candidates have been chosen from 20 000 to come to London for the opportunity of a lifetime – to become the wife of millionaire entrepreneur, medical doctor and the country’s most eligible bachelor of all time, Sajid Chini.
AUNTY: I’m looking for a girl who is cream of the crop – beautiful, eh-smart, taaallll, gori, lovely, and she always listens to me. This is the most important decision Sajid will ever make, so I will help make it for him!
NARRATOR: But first Maria, Amira, Pinky, Samina, Fatima, Zainab, Shazia, Farah and Naseem will have to prove their worth in a gruelling series of tests - and will ultimately face Aunty Chini herself in the sitting room to find out who’ll be fired... and who’ll be hired. 9 candidates, one job. Welcome... to the Rishta Apprentice!
AUNTY: Velcome in front of me. As you are knowing, I am the number one aunty in Britain today. My 3 sons are together vorth over 10 million pounds – but the money doesn’t matter, because they are all dactars and also very handsome. I am controller of this family empire, and now I am looking for an apprentice. My bahus Shugufta and Shamyla are here to help me decide, by watching you 24/7 and reporting back to me everything. And of course my son vill make the ultimate decision. Say salaam Sajid!
SAJID: Uhhh... salaam girls. I just, uhh, wanted to say before we start this that-
AUNTY: Aho Sajid. Now we will start the first task, but before that- Naseem?
NASEEM: Yes Aunty? I’m really looking forward to this, you know, I’m going to give 110% and I think I’ve got what it takes to go all the way, I can be the best daughter-in-law ever!
AUNTY: You’re fired.
NASEEM: disappointed Aww...
AUNTY: Let’s see... Farah, Shazia and Zainab? You’re all fired too.
GIRLS: But we just got here! You can’t do that! Why?? Etc
AUNTY: Tooooooo short, too fat and too ugly. Get out! You’re hurting my eyes! And Fatima, you too. You might want to stay out of the sun, you look like a little burnt kajoor.
NARRATOR: 9 candidates reduced to 4 in a single master stroke – but what’s in store next?
AUNTY: Acha. Now your first task, kooriyay, is what I like to call ‘the roti challenge’. The koori who makes the most rotis wins, and gets to suggest to me who I should fire next. But the rotis must be mazadar and acha and fair and lovely. And also you don’t get any tawa, atta, and you’re not allowed to use my kitchen.
SHUGUFTA: Saas-ji, maybe we should give them some money so they can make the rotis somewhere else?
AUNTY: Chup! When I vas a girl ve made rotis from the whatevers ve had in our pockets, and ve had to valk 12 miles to get to the tandoor! In the pouring rain, with no shoes on! And then ve had to valk on coals while people threw stones at us!
SHAMYLA: Yeah, shut up Shugufta!
AUNTY: Now get out of my house! And make me some rotis!
NARRATOR: 6 hours later, the girls are allowed back inside to show the fruits of their labour...
AUNTY: Acha so ve are all back here now, and I see ve have some rotis. I vill judge to see if they look pyari enough, and taste delicious too. Roti time!
NARRATOR: The candidates are judged in alphabetical order. First up is Amira, a dentist from London, who-
Music cuts off
AUNTY: Vait vait vait. Did you say dentist?!
NARRATOR: Erm, yes?
AUNTY: Dentist is just someone too stupid to be a dactar! Amira, you’re fired!
NARRATOR: In an unexpected turn of events, our 4 candidates are swiftly reduced to 3! The next up is Maria, a doctor from Edinburgh.
AUNTY: Haa, ye to acha hai.
Tense music starts again
MARIA (nervous): Aunty-Chini-Ji, I used the emergency bag of atta I keep to make these rotis, over a campfire I lit myself. I- I hope you like them Auntyji!
AUNTY: Hmmm, the shape is nice and round... texture is a little bit too thin, but okay...
Aunty eats, loudly
AUNTY: Hmm, not too bad! I give you 6 out of 10. Plus one point for being a daactar. Satt!
NARRATOR: Next up is Pinky, a kuri from Jalander in Pakistan.
PINKY: Auntyji, aap bohot pyari hein aaj! Hee hee! Vat I did vas I made a tandoor from scratch, and I ground the atta myself from some vheat in a field. Packet atta is not so good, you know?
AUNTY: Haiii? These rotis are so round! And so light and fluffy!
PINKY: Hunna? And if you look closer aunty, I made your shakal in the roti in the little bits I saik-ed!
AUNTY: Achaaaaa? Aunty eats noisily again
AUNTY: Koi hor hai? Mmm, perfect! Nine out of ten, any better and it would be made by me!
NARRATOR: Last up is Samina, an office worker from Leeds – but she has a hard act to follow.
SAMINA: Soooo, I went to Tesco, but they, like, don’t sell “Rotis”? And I asked around, and like bought some flour, but it might have been self-raising? But, like, I’m a really talented woman, and I think I really nailed this task, you know! By the way, it’s Sam, not Samina, okaaay?
AUNTY: Oh my Gawwd. I’ve not seen such a horrible roti since I let my bahu Shagufta cook for the first time. Sooo fat! And burnt! And the shape... it looks like a map of India! Aunty eats with displeasure
AUNTY: Euuurgh, it tastes like one too!.. No points! No points for you! Kuriye, I need to get that taste out of my mouth.. so your next task is... make me some chai!
PINKY: Done! I made it pukka Pakistani style Auntyji, with dalchini and garam masala and lachee and ghur and padaam and sownf and halva, and also a teabag.
SAMINA: Ohmigod, that’s like so unfair! She made it while we were talking!
MARIA: She’s tayz alright...
AUNTY: Vell, a good kuri vould have thought of that. Acha kaam kiya.
NARRATOR: 2 tasks over, and one to go. Now, the candidates have to-
AUNTY: Tu kyon bolta rehta? No more tasks. I have made my decision! Ajo! Betto!
NARRATOR: Fine! [Quickly] The candidates make their way to the boardroom for the final rishta meeting, where Aunty Chini will make her decision on who gets to marry her son Sajid. Okay?
Tense music again
AUNTY: Acha. I have 3 girls in front of me... and only 1 can be vinner. Samina?
SAMINA: Yes Aunty? It’s me? Ohmigod, I just knew you’d love me!
AUNTY: You’re fire. You can’t make roti, or chai, you talk too much, and you’re not even veering a shalwar kameez. Chal paray! Maria?
AUNTY: Your rotis were not bad, and you’re a daactar. But you’re still too short, and my Sajid is nice and lamba. You’re fired!
MARIA: Oh thank God. I can’t believe my mum put me through this!
AUNTY: Now... Pinky!
PINKY: Jee auntyjee? Meh boht khush hoon! Meh vinner hogee! Hee hee!
AUNTY: Aap bhi fired hain.
AUNTY: Haan, yes, your rotis were nice and the chai vas so mazadar, but I have chosen a different winner! Everyone, meet... my niece from Pakistan!
NIECE: Slaamlekum jee.
SAJID: Ammeeee! You said you wouldn’t make me marry a cousin!
AUNTY: But she is the vinner! And contract says you have to marry the vinner!
SAJID: continues to protest and sob in background
NARRATOR: Join us again for another edition of Ristapprentice! But not with me – I quit! You can’t fire me, aunty!